When a little part of me dies...
A little part of me dies every time someone says fail.
when the heart dies, you don't believe. and then you just don't care.
somehow, i find that dangerous when you stop loving people.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
1 Corinthians 13:4
on a sad note, my totor cream puffs failed miserably. ):
